During a small talk, a colleague told a scandalous story about himself. One weekend morning, she went downstairs with a garbage bag to visit her father, who was sick in bed. Her father, who is over 70 years old and bedridden with cerebral infarction, is usually taken care of by his sister, eats three meals a day, puts food in a crusher and beats it into paste, and feeds the elderly with a tube. Only on weekends can she take over from her sister and take care of her father. When I was going to the supermarket to buy a gift for the elderly, I couldn't find my phone. Hurried home, in the room, inside and out. She also jokingly said that she would turn over the hole socks she had tried on in the morning. Calmed down, thought of the bag of garbage, hurriedly ran to the trash can, and flipped through his phone. sigh: The years are not forgiving. My colleague is in his seventies and in his fifties.
As soon as her words fell, "My mother-in-law has already burned a few pots." "I often walk halfway and come home to see if they can lock it up." gossiping about all kinds of sad and helpless "ugly things" brought about by age.
In the office, a few of us are post-70s, and we often compare, and our current self is often joking with our original self, but I don't know when, wrinkles on our faces, large pieces of gray hair appear, and our proud little waist has become a bucket. lamenting that the body is not as good as before, lack of qi and blood, insomnia and dreams, two female colleagues have a hysterectomy due to illness. In life, elderly parents need to be cared for, and some juniors need to be cared for. Face it calmly and grow old together. There are four seasons in a year, alternating alternately, and a person experiences from childhood to old age, birth, old age, sickness and death. First, accept reality. Accept changes in your appearance, body, and mind. Learn to appreciate your own growth and experiences. Every age has its own unique beauty. Second, maintain a positive mindset. Find fun in life and make your life "quality". We shoot funny together**, occasionally beautify together, and hydrate the "shriveled **". Dance the square dance together, so that the legs and feet that are gradually "rotten" are moving. We are still beautiful, and the years are still beautiful.
On this journey, we are passers-by. If we can't stop moving forward, we will move forward bravely, listen to the rhythm of life with our hearts, and compile the chapters of the years with love. We can't control the length of the road, we live to the height of life. Not only do we get older, we become more colorful.